Adventures with one's soul

To have someone who, in the midst of a moment in time, will allow you to baby step into your own knowing.

 To see in you what is natural to you but you don't yet see, and allow you to become awakened at your own pace with a gentle yet firm guidance. All because they watched and listened so intensely to that which could not be verbalize. 

 To know without a word being spoken that somewhere along your journey that someone else saw the same as he did, but instead of guiding, building, teaching, and allowing for self discovery, the other used, and manipulated for their enjoyment and pleasure leaving the other so unaware.

 So they wait, guiding along the way, allowing for self discovery, healing, exploring, and learning. To become whole and authentic to one's self.

 In an enjoyable way.

Allowed to be the many aspects of who they are. To be comfortable in one's own skin.

Allowing them to catch up to what they always saw, building that foundation before taking them further beyond what either could ever imagine.

 That is a gift. One that I will carry with me no matter where this journey takes us.

Waiting is dangerous. Sir came home, my hair in braided pigtails, a new necklace around my throat, and my black t-shirt dress on.

" Look at you all dressed up." He says in that tone that makes me clinch below in anticipation.

" So I take it you want to go out tonight?" A question that I was so not expecting.

"No sir, I thought that we could stay home.." I purred as I bite my lower lip.

" Good cause I didn't have intentions of us going anywhere."

Just as the words rolled off his tounge his phone rings. One of his friends offering him to come over. He looks at me and ask if I would go and I replied " If I am allowed". I didn't want to have to wait alone, so of course I would go. Waiting to play with him near is so much different than waiting alone.

He showers and I change. Letting him know that I am keeping the necklace on and my hair the way it's.

As we pull in the drive, " I will do my best to behave." I state as I stick out my tounge.

So as we are here my mind tortures my body as I so want to act upon my thoughts and urges that have burned through my veins all day..

Waiting, longing, and hoping we don't stay too long so sir will still want to play

Today there is that urge. The one that runs through the veins, that feeling where every move is more sensual. Every thought more tantalizing. That day when you send sir that text asking if you can play once he gets off work....

Then the reply " That's a definite maybe."

 So you reply back " Maybe I can turn that to a definite yes by the time you get off work.."

That's what type of day it is today. 

Everyone wants a story with a beginning and an end, yet this is not such a story. This story has just pinpointed dots in time and space where we choose to pick up and the same for which we stop. Not a beginning, not an end for everything is intertwined so the story goes on and on.